“I’m sending someone else, too. He’s already agreed,” I said.
“Okay,” she said.
“Okay? That’s it? You’re not going to argue and ask details?” I asked.
She put the cigarette out against the wall. “Nope. I’ve spent lifetimes letting the Wheel of the World dictate my choices, and each time, I’ve helped fuck it up. This time, I want to be in it for the ride. I’m going to trust you. I’ve never done that before.”
I rolled on top of her and kissed her. “Don’t die on me, okay?”
“You either,” she said.
I don’t think either of us believed we would have a choice. It was nice to think we would, though. Maybe this time we would. I slipped off the bed and pulled my jeans on. “Bathroom break. I’ll be back,” I said.
She stared at me, bemused. “I know.”
I glanced at her, curious at her tone, but she was checking her nails. As I left the room, a door opened down the hall, and Murdock stepped out. We both stopped short, glancing back and forth as if looking for an escape. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.
He closed the door behind him and slipped his hands in his pockets. “I know people on the force who aren’t happy with the side we’re on.”
“Were you one of my secret bodyguards all this time?” I asked.
He frowned. “If there’s one thing that never changes about you, Connor, it is the crazy that comes out of your mouth.”
“Seriously, Leo. Eagan said all my partners knew,” I said.
He shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
A strange sense of relief settled over me. “So, all this time we’ve been friends, it’s been because we’re friends?”
“I’m still not getting what you’re talking about, but I’ll say, yeah, we were friends,” he said.
“Were?” I asked.
He studied his feet. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’ve been wondering if everyone who’s saved my life did it because some vision told them it was necessary,” I said.
He narrowed his eyes at me, a little confusion and a little annoyed. “I’m not even going to respond to that.”
I grinned. “Actually, that’s the perfect response. Thanks. Are you okay?”
“It is what it is.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Murdock tilted his head. “I know. I still don’t blame you. That doesn’t mean being around you is easy.”
“I get that. I’m glad you’re here, though,” I said.
“And I’m glad you’re alive,” he said.
I held my hand out, and he shook it.
“Let’s go take down a fairy queen,” I said.
46
Dawn came according to the clock, but a darkness lay over the city. The sky rippled with curtains of essence, dark indigos and maroons shifting and swirling like a painting by a madman. Ceridwen and I stood on top of the Hancock Tower, sixty stories above the city. The building was the tallest in New England and gave us a view unlike any other. To the east, the ruined Celtic fleet filled the inner harbor, hundreds of broken ships rising and falling on the water’s whitecapped surface. The Weird smoked with fire, dozens of plumes that obscured the horizon. Amid the gloom, essence burned with dazzling brilliance over City Hall Plaza, where Maeve had made her joint headquarters with the human civilian forces.
“Well, this is a bit daunting,” I said.
Joe popped in and circled, trying to control his flight in the buffeting winds. He gave up and settled himself among some utility conduits. “Did I ever tell you about the time I was at a party up here, and we accidentally blew out a bunch of windows in the building?”
“I remember seeing pictures of that when I was a kid,” I said.
He grinned. “Good times.”
From our vantage point, subtle changes rippled through the streets, a shifting of essence signatures. Eorla was moving some of her people around as a distraction while her main force gathered in the tunnels beneath the city. Out by the Tangle, the Dead made their own strategic feints toward downtown. Maeve no doubt had her own sentries in place, but I hoped the key movements would be lost in the mix.
“Everyone’s in place,” Ceridwen said.
“Remember what I said: Don’t be tempted to stay in any one spot. As soon as you use the spear, she will sense it,” I said.
Her smile was grim. “I am not a novice at this business, Grey.”
I grinned at her. “It’s nerves, Ceridwen. Trust me. I know what you’re capable of. I’ve been on the business end of the spear when you’ve had it.”
She pulled her helm on, and the Hunter glamour settled over her. If nothing else, she was going to scare the hell out of whoever saw her. She held out her hand.
The essence image of the spear in my mind flashed. The spear appeared in her hand and an instant later, Ceridwen was gone. In the distance to the southeast, a brilliant burst lit the sky over Castle Island in Southie. A thunderclap rolled through the air, and the sky above the old fort rippled with an explosion of light. Dark figures dropped through the air, huge unshapely bodies that landed on the island and in the water.
“Ick. Was that supposed to happen?” Joe asked.
“It’s a gamble. If we stop Maeve, we’ll have to deal with the Fomorians running loose. If we don’t stop her, there’s not going to be much left around here anyway,” I said.
On cue, explosions rocked the nearby Thomson Park, the ancient oaks that formed the Boston druid grove went up in flames. Despite the sacred nature of the grove, it could be used as a power source for Maeve’s archdruids. The damage was regrettable—especially for druids—but necessary for the city’s defense.
“Callin always liked setting things on fire,” Joe said.
I glanced down at him. “You’re strolling down memory lane today.”
“Am I? It’s all the same. Yesterday is today is tomorrow. One war is the same as another a hundred years later,” he said.
The passions of the day meant little to the survivors of tomorrow. We fought over land and power. Win or lose, the grievances remained and festered. Today, Maeve was losing her mind, but I wondered if I was any different. What I intended to do had a smaller chance of success than Maeve’s goal, but a higher chance of saving lives. After the smoke cleared and the bodies were counted, I doubted anyone would care who’d had the better motive.
As hoped, Maeve’s forces reacted to the distractions. A wave of Dananns swept up from the harbor ships and made for Castle Island. A smaller force went south toward the fort. They were not going to like what they found. The Fomorians had decimated the Dananns long ago. They weren’t going to be in a forgiving mood for being locked in their prison for centuries.
From the west side of the roof, another wave of essence blew out in Forest Hills. The vast cemetery there had been the site of another battle. Igniting essence over it would destabilize the area and force Maeve’s forces to the ground. With a blast of wind, Ceridwen appeared back at my side. “As predicted, she retrieved the spear.”
A host of Dananns rose from the Park Plaza Hotel. They gathered in a V-formation, speeding over our heads across the sky. “And there goes the second wave to Forest Hills. Eorla should be in position. Shall we proceed?” Ceridwen asked.
“I still don’t know what you’re planning, Ceridwen. I can’t plan for contingencies if you don’t tell me,” I said.
